The Lycan King's Puppet-Chapter 104: Marked by TouChapter

Did she want him to continue? Was that even a question?

She was burning - every part of her was literally burning for his touch.

Now that she knew he wasn’t her enemy, she could finally allow herself to want him.

She’d hated the wrong man for two years and he’d never bothered to explain otherwise to her.

But that wasn’t the time to think of such bitter things.

"Yes."

His eyes danced with mischief. She watched him undo the ties of her drawers with clumsy hands. It was so calming to watch the ever-composed King fumble with her most intimate undergarment.

Her gaze trailed to his tousled hair - she was the one who messed up his hair. Yet another achievement.

He leaned by her ear to whisper, "You might not be able to serve wine tomorrow if you don’t stop me."

What did he mean by that?

He even had the nerve to chuckle. The sound of his deep laughter made her heart stop, even if he was laughing at her.

"I won’t stop you. I want you... Yeren. I want you to put your sword in my sheath."

He blinked at first, then chuckled again.

"I’ve never heard a woman be so blunt before."

She turned and buried her face into the bed.

He cupped her jaw and turned her to face him.

"You’re not like other women, Claire. I like that about you."

Other women. There were others?

He slowly slipped the garment off, exposing her bare skin to the cold night air. The overwhelming need to cover herself weighed on her.

But the way he was staring at her...

She felt beautiful.

He slowly parted her legs, running his hands along the skin of her inner thighs. She gasped, fumbling for something to hold.

Then, he touched her there.

It felt like all the warmth in her body concentrated in just one place.

She wanted to grab his hand. To stop him.

It was all too much for her. But when he started rubbing circles down there, she could only arch her back and curse under her breath.

She didn’t want to think of what would happen after this. She was giving herself willingly.

The moisture between her legs made her uncomfortable. It wasn’t the first time she felt that way, but she wanted to clean herself up first.

Claire made to stand up, but he laid her back down. A finger slid into her.

She bit her lower lip.

Then a second.

They were long and slender, making her feel things she’d never thought were possible.

Something was building low in her abdomen. It wasn’t painful - quite the contrary.

"Let it happen." He whispered in her ear.

Let what happen?

But she let go nonetheless and a wave of pleasure shacked through her.

She had to grip his shoulders to steady herself, her fingernails biting into the fabric of his shirt.

"Did you like it?"

Too breathless to form any words, she pulled him down for a kiss - that was answer enough for his question, in her opinion.

The kiss was rough at first, but he was insistent on controlling the tempo. He was soft, sliding his tongue into her mouth as if he could never get satisfied.

Something hard grazed along her thigh.

His sword, wasn’t it?

His finger slid into her again without warning. A first, a second, then a third.

Her eyes met his as her breathing started turning to ill-paced gasps. Their lips could no longer hold. She felt herself throb and clench again on his hands.

The moment he withdrew his hands, she felt the loss.

But he surprised her by licking them. They were glistening with a clear liquid.

Was that from her?

"Taste yourself." He leaned down and kissed her again.

She felt aroused all over again by his actions.

"Take off your clothes. I want... to see you too." She said as they parted to catch their breaths.

He made to remove the fastenings on his shirt, but she was quicker than him. She helped him slide the garment off his shoulders and tossed it aside. Her eager hands fell to the cusp of his breeches but he stopped her.

Her hands fell away limply as she watched him remove the garment.

Claire’s breath caught in her throat. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

His sword was... huge.

Her sheath definitely wasn’t the perfect fit as Andon had said.

Wouldn’t it be painful or something?

He reached out and touched the side of her face even so gently.

"I won’t hurt you."

She wanted to believe him, but the sheer size of him...

Deciding to distract herself, she looked at his bare chest and abdomen, muscled and sturdy, glistening with a sheen of sweat.

She licked some of the sweat off his body, savouring the salty taste. His shudder was instant as his eyes flicked down to hers.

"Don’t do that again."

"You didn’t like it?"

A smirk curved his lips. "Quite the opposite, Miss Stenly. I might lose the ability to be gentle with you."

She blinked and kept her tongue to herself. There was so much she wanted to understand.

Something hard probed at her entrance.

This was it, she told herself grimly, preparing for whatever would happen next.

He pushed into her slowly, barely entering before he pulled out.

"Stop closing your eyes. I want you to look at me."

She opened her eyes.

"Tell me if I hurt you." He whispered before nudging against her gates once more.

The sensation of being filled was new to her, but it came with a brief burning pain. She felt herself expanding to take him in, until it stopped.

She looked at him.

"Go on. You can take all of me, Claire."

She wanted to try, but she didn’t have the faintest clue what to do.

He slid a hand between them and guided himself in further. She adjusted her hips to give him more access.

He stopped again and looked at her. She quickly held his arm. "Help me take you."

He seemed to understand what she was asking perfectly.

The way strands of his long hair clung to his face and forehead made her hands inch to peel them away.

"Relax," He went deeper, filling her until there was nowhere left to fill. "That’s it."

She gasped. The invaded feeling had given way to something much more primal.

Was this the end?

She glanced around the neat room. The candles would soon burn out... and the night air coming from the window was refreshing - although she was feeling too heated to enjoy it properly.

He pulled out, only to push back in with more vigour. It would take time to get used to the sensation - if at all there would be a next time.

His hands were braced on either side of her as he moved.

Claire arched her hips up to meet his as a wave of pleasure started stirring within her. Her legs wrapped around his hips to bring him closer instinctively as they moved together.

Low grunts escaped him as he thrust in and out of her carefully, gradually increasing the rhythm.

She arched back as it finally burst through, crying out in reckless abandon. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in sheer ecstacy. It was different from the first two, more intense.

He began to shudder inside her, his body vibrating as she clenched around him. She felt him spill warm liquid inside her before he pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her.

One of his hands was still draped possessively across her.

The silence was filled with sounds of their erratic breathing.

That was... very satisfying. The place between her legs still throbbed - but in a good way.

The hand on her pulled her closer, until their bodies were touching. She could feel his heartbeat.

"That felt good." He whispered into her hair.

A blush crept up her cheeks. It was a compliment, nonetheless.

Then, he kissed her forehead. The brief contact sent a tingle down to her toes.

She couldn’t move, she didn’t even want to move. Being held in his arms felt magical.

"I agree." She mumbled. "Is it normal for men to know exactly how to..." The words stuck in her throat. The question had been burning in her mind since the first time he’d nearly ’sheathed’ her.

"Not many men can do what I just did. It’s a skill."

"So where did you acquire it?"

"That’s one of my many secrets I won’t share with you, Miss Stenly."

"They’re safe with me, Your Grace."

He bit her lower lip. "Don’t lie in my arms and pretend to be formal with me."

She grinned. "You started it, Your Grace."

The way his eyes flashed aroused her all over again.

He rolled them over until he was on top of her.

"I’ll make you cry out my name if it’s the last thing I do."

She laughed. "By all means, go ahead."

He was rock hard again.

The blasted man lifted her knees and positioned her in such a way that her entrance was completely visible to him. She attempted to close her legs, but he stopped her.

His mouth found her wet entrance. She buckled, gripping his head to push him away. But she ended up pulling him closer. Her toes curled. Her nipples hardened. Everything in her tensed as pleasure rolled through her. His tongue lapped over the wet folds, licking shamelessly at her entrance.

Then he slid his tongue inside. A moan escaped her. It was coming - the wave of ecstacy. But just then, he pulled his tongue away.

Wasting no second, he slid into her. She forgot how sore she had been feeling the moment he filled her to her core.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.